About Belle

My boyfriend and I have a puppy. Her name is Belle and she is a pit bull. She is black and white and has the most relaxed temperment of any dog I have ever met. She is the sweetest dog I know and wants nothing more than to be played with and then held and petted. When I pick her up shesimply flops into my arms. She was getting so big the last time I did it that I showed dificulty in supporting all of her at once. We love our Belle. She is the first thing we have together, as a couple, that we share. She is our baby and we have spoiled her to no end.

Belle died today.

It took 3 hours. Only three little hours. That's only 180 minutes.

I am three and a half hours away from her and my boyfriend right now. Igot a text while I was in a movie theater. When the movie ended, I got out and read this message:

Baby belle is dying and i dont know wat to do shes stiff and her gums are white and her eyes are glazed over

I am three and a half hours away from her. I can't do anything. I immediately called my boyfriend to ask how she was. He told me that she was dead. They had buried her. He still had her collar in his hands.

I remembered all the dreams I had with her in them. All the happy things I wanted to happen. She was our first puppy and I was going to raise her with him. We would still have her when we moved in together. She would live with both of us instead of only at his house. We were going to spoil her. We wanted to make her our life. I thought of all those images; laying on the couch against him, petting her. Feeding her in the mornings and at night. Letting her sleep on the bed with us. Going to play with her outside.

Now all of these dreams are shattered.

I regret not playing with her enough. I regret not spending more time with her outside.

She was only a puppy. We don't know what happened to her. Only that it took 3 hours. Three hours between my boyfriend's sister playing with her, and him going outside to play with her, searching for her frantically, and finding her curled in the corner of the fenced yard seconds from death. I just want her back now.